6 comments:

Blessings My Friend, May you again sing the song that lights the day with love unfolding come what may... May your heart dance to the searing flame of the truth you share knowing we are One in all and all in One...

...Living and loving come what may under the risen sun. Peace & Plenty Dance, leela

An exceptional work about rebirth and renewal. I especially love the use of the colors, although I may be interpreting them from an English perspective. I see Yellow as fear or unease, Black as mourning and separation. Am I correct in my assumptions?

I think many of us see our life's as colors. Some are bright with happyiness, others darker when life takes it's toll on us. Like smooth skin that has taken on rinkles of struggles. The depth of our souls shows in our eyes. Our hands hold our pens, our minds tell our stories from our hearts that ache for once what was. Loss of a loved one regardless of who they were casts shadows of colors in momories...My heart goes out to yours.....

Poetry Brochure

My first interview at Hyde Park Poetry

Comment on a poem, TANKA, published on 28.08.2013

Frederick Smith • I feel you have not only captured the form of the Tanka, but allowed your understanding of the form to evolve to the next plateau. Your poetry intrigues me, Paul, and I am very interested in your take on the Absolute, to use a word used often by Kipling.